Rusty Spurs
Do you miss the music of the coyote's lonely wail?
What a story you could tell of the days we knew so well
Dusty pear, rusty spurs
Where are all the saddle pals we rode with long ago?
All of them have vanished like the herds of buffalo
Rusty Spurs
You're the only keepsake that remains
All the rest are scattered far and wide across the plains
Though your ridin' days are through, I will always treasure you
Rusty pear, rusty spurs
Out in the bunkhouse, gathering dust
Our two comrades tried and true
Battered, neglected, covered with rust
I've kept them the long years through
Rusty spurs
Hangin' there forgotten on the wall
Wonder if you're dreaming of the days beyond recall
Symbol of the olden ways
Relic of the golden days
Just a pair of rusty spurs
Rusty spurs
Do you hear the cattle on the road?
Do you miss the music of the coyote's lonely wail?
What a story you could tell of the days we knew so well
Dusty pear, rusty spurs
Where are all the saddle pals we rode with long ago?
All of them have vanished like the herds of buffalo
Rusty spurs
You're the only keepsake that remains
All the rest are scattered far and wide across the plains
Though your ridin' days are through, I will always treasure you
Rusty pear, rusty spurs